Foreword: I make no aspirations that this anything other than a gratuitous
OOC-PWP (Plot, What Plot?) lemon, which is all it is intended to be. It has
all the redeeming qualities typical of hardcore porn. So, after having been
warned, if you still feel up to it, continue on at your own risk. The events
in this take place after 'Having a Good Time on Dreamstreet.' There will be
some POV shifting within the same scene. I've been avoiding that lately, but
I think it's necessary here. And you have to be at least 18 years of age to
read.

As with the others of this series, this is definitely not canon Shampoo ½ universe
stuff. It plays off the hentaiverse Jim Bader created in his 'Realties'
series. It's also not meant to be taken seriously in the slightest.
It's just an excuse for some lemony fun.

-Lemon Warning-

Shampoo was unable to keep from humming in pleasure as she headed toward Nerima
on the rather dismal, cloudy Friday afternoon. Despite an urgent desire to race
home, she forced herself to walk slowly and kept to the streets rather than
leaping from rooftop to rooftop. The slow manner in which she was allowing events
to unfold would allow her to savor the moment.

The reason for her joy was simple. Today was a great day, one of the best all
year: it was her birthday. While she was never happy about being a year older,
the bitterness of having to work out that much harder to maintain her superior
physical shape — as well as fending off the effects of gravity — was easily
offset by the gifts her husband annually bestowed upon her. Ranma always took
his wife's birthday as seriously as he would a fight with a dangerous opponent.
Preparation was always the key, and his gifts were always well thought out items
he knew she'd enjoy. Sometimes he'd give her jewelry, or clothing, or some unique
magical gift. The first time Ranma had sex as a girl with Shampoo's male form
happened on the Amazon's birthday. It was always something special which Shampoo
ended up treasuring. And they were always accompanied by a great fuck at the
end of the day thrown in. Given how wonderfully her husband treated her, it
was small wonder she looked forward to her birthday more than her contemporaries
did.

This year Shampoo thought she knew what was coming up: a surprise party. That
was one of the few things Ranma hadn't tried yet. She thought the idea was sound;
it was always fun to have friends and family around to celebrate the occasion.
While Ranma hadn't actually said it was anything of the kind — it wouldn't be
a surprise if he did — Shampoo could read between the lines. Ranma said he was
going off to some martial arts tournament (one not held on an island) over the
weekend and wouldn't be able to celebrate Shampoo's birthday with her, claiming
he had vowed to a friend he would participate in it without realizing what day
the tournament was. He did promise to leave her a present, though. The Amazon
knew that was a lie. Ranma would never ditch his spouse over something like
that. He'd have invited her along. It was obviously a set up.

Silver's actions only confirmed what Shampoo suspected. Her daughter claimed
she would be away for the weekend as well, taking a trip with a hot date, and
that they could celebrate the birthday when she returned. The timing and cold-hearted
nature of her family's casual proclamation of their absence was too convenient.
They were hoping to lull her into a false sense of security and then unleash
the surprise. It wasn't their fault they were such terrible liars. Ranma had
always been miserable at it and Silver had inherited the same inability from
her father. Besides, Shampoo preferred her family being transparent compared
to the alternative of them being able to sneak things past her.

Shampoo decided to help with the preparations by telling Ranma and Silver she
would be making herself scarce the majority of the day with some serious shopping
(it was her birthday, after all, and she should treat herself right). But the
anticipation was too much for her to take. She had been gone the majority of
the day before she broke down and knew she had to go back. She had called ahead
and left a message on her home's answering machine saying exactly when she'd
be returning. By now the people Ranma had gathered were undoubtedly lying in
wait for the guest of honor's appearance. Shampoo decided she'd act surprised,
just so her family wouldn't felt bad about tipping their hand too soon.

As to the presents she would be receiving this year, Shampoo was fairly certain
she knew what Ranma had in store for at least one of them. Sex almost certainly
had something to do with it. Ranma had begged off having any, repeatedly citing
'having a bad headache'. That the headache only seemed to affect him when Shampoo
became amorous only highlighted its selective nature. Obviously he was cutting
his spouse off for some reason, and the timing of the birthday was too coincidental.
Maybe Ranma was going to be a guy and have sex with Shampoo's cursed form. That
would be great. He had finally yielded his ass as a girl, so all that was left
was to give it up as a guy. If that was the case, Shampoo hoped Ranma brought
plenty of lubricant, because she would partake of his spouse's treasure much
and often.

Shampoo was so distracted by the growing anticipation she neglected to pay
attention to the clouds above, which had grown dark in recent moments. She became
aware of the weather change as the skies suddenly dumped water upon her, triggering
her curse and shifting her body to that of her male form.

Shampoo-kun swore out loud as he examined his soaked outfit. And here he wasn't
even a block away from his home. Of all the damned luck. He decided that the
delay seeking a source of warm water would entail wasn't worth it, and he'd
have to be in his male form when he arrived. He could always change back to
a girl once the initial wave of greeting the guests was over.

The journey through the rain seemed to take forever. Shampoo-kun was nearly
ready to cry out in delight upon finally arriving home. Slowly he went up to
the door, allowing anyone peeking out the windows to see him coming. He moved
with the speed of an arthritic sloth as he removed his keys from his pocket
and jangled them as he brought them up to the lock. He made a lot of noise as
he opened the door and announced, "I'm home!" and entered the living
room

Shampoo-kun was surprised: surprised no one was there to surprise him. The
living room was the obvious place to hold the party. Perhaps they were hidden
in the dojo. There was plenty of space in there, and it was an even better place
to hold the celebration. He went to the dojo, only to see no one there either.

"That's odd," Shampoo-kun said to himself. He went through the house,
looking in the basement and bedrooms and still there was nothing. Then the cursed
Amazon realized something. In his haste, he had forgotten to look in the dining
room.

He rushed to the room, eager to see the beaming faces of family and friends
greet him in celebration. Instead what he got was a cake.

Shampoo-kun stared at the huge pastry with ten layers, each six inches high
and brimmed in white frosting, sitting on their extravagant dining room table.
The piece of furniture was a large thing that the Saotomes had picked up in
their travels in Europe in their early days when they still actively searched
for a cure to their curses (which they no longer truly cared about, having fully
adjusted to them). It was made of strong, thick wood and could easily withstand
the weight of the massive cake (it had supported the weight of a rather lusty
Ranma and Shampoo on more than one occasion) and was sturdy enough to take a
real 'pounding' in every sense of the word. Propped up next to the cake was
a note. Shampoo snatched it and read.

"Dear Shampoo,

"Sorry I couldn't stay and celebrate your birthday with you
this year. I'll make it up to you when I get back. In the meantime, here's
a little something to tide you over. Enjoy eating your cake."

It was signed by Ranma. Below that was a P.S. from Silver. Her scrawl said
she was sorry she couldn't be here either and to consider the cake a gift from
her as well.

The note crumpled in Shampoo-kun's hand. There was one hope for the pair of
missing Saotomes, and it entailed the cake being false. He scratched at the
surface and came away with frosting. He sucked it off his digit. Bland, crap
frosting, no less.

Shampoo-kun was enraged. How dare his family abandon him in this time of need?
A need to celebrate, perhaps, but it was still need. Instead, the two insensitive
jerks had ducked out on him to have fun on their own. They'd pay for that when
they returned from gallivanting about the countryside. Shampoo-kun wasn't sure
how, but he had a weekend to come up with something involving a great deal of
discomfort and misery, and it would last a long while too. Maybe even until
the Amazon's next birthday.

And to try to bribe him with a cake, as though it could somehow replace real
people! It was outrageous. It was insulting. It made Shampoo-kun's rage grow
to twice in size. He was so angry that he dug his fingers underneath the base
of the cake and knocked it over. Anger had increased his strength so much he
could have overturned a small car without effort. The cake easily tipped over
and fell across the table with a loud thud, frosting smearing a great deal of
the surface.

Shampoo-kun heard a muffled, feminine "Ow!" From the top of the cake,
which was so tall that it extended beyond the edge of the table, shot a blur
of flesh that landed out of sight behind the table with a thud.

The shock rendered Shampoo-kun motionless for a moment. There had been a person
hidden in the cake, the real frosting of the exterior a decoy to catch him off-guard.
Well, it had been successful, though in a way no one could have predicted. In
tipping the cake over without warning, he had caught the person inside off guard
and sent them flying to the floor. Shampoo-kun prayed they hadn't been injured
due to his temper tantrum.

Shampoo-kun ran around the table to see what had happened and was confronted
with a sight that stopped him in his tracks. The person in the cake had been
thrown head over heels, literally. In a display of flexibility, the stunned
girl was currently resting on her head and shoulderblades, with her ankles 'above'
her head, leaving her bottom sticking up in the air. Shampoo-kun found himself
confronted with two perfectly rounded tanned globes, bisected only by a thin
red strip that ran between the asscheeks and up over the front, just barely
covering anything.

Identification of the owner of the bottom was instantaneous. That derriere
had been burned permanently in Shampoo-kun's mind as one of the most beautiful
things he had ever seen. He knew, since he had fucked it himself several times.

"Yuriko!" Shampo-kun cried out.

A low groan emanated from Yuriko Kuonji as she rolled through and into a sitting
position, her eyes crossed in confusion from the unexpected spill and landing
on her head. She rose to her feet, shaking her head free of the cobwebs that
had formed in it.

"Are you okay?" Shampoo-kun asked, still concerned.

The question seemed to clear the last of the confusion from Yuriko. She said,
"I'm okay, Auntie."

With confirmation of her health out of the way, Shampoo-kun was able to focus
on the girl herself. Now he found himself pleasantly surprised for the first
time today. Yuriko was naked, save for a red ribbon tied across the front of
her chest, with two bows strategically paced at the nipples to hide them from
view. The only other thing that could be called 'clothing' was another ribbon
that was tied across her hips, with a second one attached to it that ran perpendicular
across the front of her crotch and up around the back. Again a large bow was
carefully placed in front of her pussy to hide it from view. The sight rendered
Shampoo-kun rock hard in an instant.

Now fully aware and seeing Shampoo-kun's look of surprise switch to a leer,
Yuriko pretended to be shy while actually posing sexily for him. In her little
girl voice, she softly intoned, "Uncle Ranma and Silver got me for you
for your birthday. I'm your present. You can use me however you want for today."

If Shampoo-kun's member could have spoken, it would have shouted out this was
the best present it had ever received. So that was what Ranma and Silver had
been up to, the sneaky devils. Shampoo-kun had been dropping hints to his spouse
that they should try to bring 'Little Slut' around and play with her before
the summer vacation next year, especially after Ranma had gotten his crack at
her snatch during his little hot spring encounter. But he had played down the
idea enough that Shampoo-kun thought he had forgotten it. Obviously the exact
opposite had been true, and he had been planning this for a while. Ranma was
going to be in for quite a treat when he got back.

Actually, looking the blonde over, adorned in nothing but a couple small strips
of ribbon and a trio of bows, he might have to wait a few days to allow Shampoo-kun
to recover his strength.

Looking her over, Shampoo-kun recalled Ranma stating that Yuriko was 'built
for sex', and he would have been hard pressed to deny it. With her blonde hair,
beautiful face, long legs, narrow hips, voluptuous bottom, and enormous breasts,
Shampoo-kun doubted there was one man in ten that, upon meeting Yuriko for the
first time, didn't fantasize about fucking her on the spot. The Amazon certainly
was at the moment, and unlike all those other men, he was actually going to
do it. Repeatedly.

A wolf-like grin spread across Shampoo-kun's face, and he took a step forward.
Yuriko actually trembled when being confronted with his open lust and took a
half-step back. Shampoo-kun became even more excited. While Ranma-chan might
have acted submissive occasionally during their sex games, she wasn't really
that way. Letting herself get taken by Shampoo-kun was something the redhead
allowed to happen as a way of having fun, but there was never any real doubt
about the smaller girl's ability to call the shots on a moment's notice should
the need arise.

But Yuriko was different. She was genuinely submissive, and could be overwhelmed
by a powerful masculine presence. Oh, she might insist otherwise, she was a
mouthy little thing, but Shampoo-kun knew better. Their encounter at the beach
proved that. She truly reveled in being dominated by a virile male who could
prove his prowess to her. Her pattern of lovers showed that quickly enough.
Silver was much like her father in her confidence and occasionally dominant
streak when she felt a need to prove herself. And her devotion to staying by
Yuriko's side and protecting her when the need arose had been evident from an
early age. It was small wonder that, once Yuriko got over the fact Silver was
a girl at least part of the time, the two had become lovers.

It was much the same for Akira. While in many ways his outward personality
was the exact opposite of Silver's, there was a quiet intensity about the young
man that spoke of complete confidence in his abilities, which were more considerable
than he let on. And he too had an aggressive streak, as Ranma could certainly
attest to. Once Yuriko had fallen under his sway, it was all over for her there
as well.

And there was the fact both her partners were attractive and well endowed.
Physically and emotionally dominated, it was easy to see why Yuriko wanted both
of them as her lovers. Of course, in the vein of all teenagers, she was greedy,
and wanted even more than she already had, which was probably why she had agreed
to become Little Slut for her Auntie's birthday. It was Shampoo-kun's older,
more experienced hand that had broken Yuriko in good and proper at the beach,
forcing her to confront things about herself she might have been reluctant to
admit to. And then there was the simple physical attraction. Shampoo-kun knew
he was quite the specimen of manhood. He still drew stares from women when walking
around and modeled regularly. That, combined with the fact he had always been
a dominant authority figure in Yuriko's life, made the idea of him fucking her
irresistible to her.

With her backing away, Shampoo-kun's more predatory nature showed through.
He became more aroused by her action. He moved quickly, sidling his body up
to her and placing a hand in the small of her back to prevent her from moving
further away. He asserted his physical dominance by looking down at her from
almost directly above, and smiling in a way that let the prey know it was cornered.

"A present. Yes, I like opening presents." Shampoo-kun said. He moved
his hand around to where the ribbon was tied around her back, and slowly, sensuously,
pulled, undoing the tie and letting the ribbon and bows fall to the ground.

He repeated the action with the bottoms, then stood back a moment to admire
the body being offered to him in all of its natural glory. It was just as he
remembered, with a firmness and newness that was exclusive to the young. Already
Yuriko's nipples were hard and her lower lips pouty with anticipation of what
to was come. Even the way she stood sent messages to Shampoo-kun that she was
ready to be taken. It required a great deal of self-control not to simply pin
Yuriko to the ground and impale her on his manhood. While doing so would be
physically gratifying to him, he wanted to maximize his pleasure during this
unexpected and unique opportunity.

Every now and then, since the beach encounter, Shampoo-kun fantasized about
what he'd like to do to his Little Slut for next year. A hundred different scenarios
had run through his mind. Some weren't terribly realistic, but that was part
of the fun in fantasizing. There was one very possible scenario he swore he'd
try if the opportunity presented itself. It was something he really couldn't
do with Ranma, since his spouse probably wouldn't enjoy it, or would return
the favor. That didn't sit all that well with Shampoo-kun. He wanted to be the
one giving, not receiving. But with Yuriko it was different. She was ideal to
do it to. The only question was how to come up with a reasonable approach to
start things off.

And then it came to him. It was his birthday, and there was a tradition regarding
those that fit his plans perfectly, with a little adjusting.

Keeping a close eye on his present, Shampoo-kun grabbed a chair next to the
table and turned around so it was facing away from the table and toward Yuriko.
Shampoo-kun sat down, and said in a tone that would brook no disobedience, "Come,"
and patted his lap.

On her part, Yuriko became more excited. The lust in her master's eyes meant
the offering of her body had been met with approval. Not that she had any real
doubts regarding her auntie wanting to screw her mercilessly, just like he had
at the beach, but there was always the chance something would come up and necessitate
having to delay things. But not now. After months of anticipation, her pussy
was again going to be stuffed to the brim with the biggest cock around. Already
there was a need in her loins for fulfillment that only Shampoo-kun could provide.
She needed cock and badly. Luckily, her master had plenty to offer.

Seeing Shampoo-kun sit down and pat his lap, Yuriko assumed her master wanted
her to straddle his hips and let Yuriko do all the work in riding him. She could
tell through the huge projection in his pants that he was ready for her as well.

She walked over and began to straddle him when Shampoo-kun said, "No,
lay across my lap."

Yuriko paused in confusion.

"Lay down!" Shampoo-kun barked.

Automatically Yuriko obeyed without thinking. She lay across his knees. His
legs were spread apart just enough so that the underside of her breasts were
pressed up against one leg while her pelvis rested across the other. Now in
the position her master had desired, Yuriko had an inkling of what was about
to happen.

That didn't sound very good. She wanted her bottom fucked, not slapped. She
tried to counter things. "Ah, I thought the birthday spankings went to
the person whose birthday it was."

"It's my birthday, and I get to choose who receives them," Shampoo-kun
explained, effectively ending the discussion.

Yuriko girded herself for what was to come. Apparently her master wanted a
little warm up in the form of applying a few playful slaps to her behind. If
that was what it was going to take to have that monster of his shoved up her
pussy, then she'd keep her mouth shut and her bottom ready.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yuriko saw Shampoo-kun raise his hand. She tensed
up just a touch in anticipation of the contact…

…and cried out in pain as an open palm, with real force behind it, impacted
with one of her buttcheeks and filled the air with a decisive crack.
There was a feeling of shock and betrayal as the pain traveled from
there to her brain, and Yuriko gave a high-pitched squeal. Reflexively
the blonde's hands went to cover her backside and prevent it from
receiving further abuse.

"Ah ah, none of that." Shampoo-kun caught both wrists in one hand
and forced them out of the way. He scowled in irritation at them, then his eyes
fell upon the base of the chair where one of the ribbons that had adorned Yuriko
earlier lay. While keeping her wrists pinned, he reached down just far enough
to pick up the ribbon. Within seconds he had the ribbon tied around her forearms
and jammed behind her back, immobilizing the limbs and leaving her bottom free
of any obstructions.

His hand rose and fell again, this time striking the other cheek. Yuriko cried
out again at the red hot sensation of pain coming from her bottom.

Understanding what was happening to her, Yuriko began wiggling in an effort
to get free. "No, Auntie! Stop! I didn't do anything to deserve getting
spanked!"

"Wrong! Little Slut has been forgetting her place lately. She's been very."
Shampoo-kun's hand descended again, returning to the first side that had been
paddled. "Mouthy and demanding. I heard Silver complain about how you're
not minding your place and giving her and Akira a hard time for not giving you
the attention you think you deserve. Well, now you getting plenty of attention."
Shampoo-kun swatted the second cheek once more.

Yuriko yelped again. "I'll be a good girl, honest!" And she meant
it. Already her bottom was in an agony that wasn't going to be disappearing
in the next minute or so.

"It already too late. You made the big mistake in using two words not
in Little Slut's vocabulary." He swatted her bottom again, causing it to
jiggle slightly from the impact, despite its firmness.

"Ow!" Yuriko cried. Her auntie wasn't holding anything back in administering
his hand to her bottom. Already tears began to well in her eyes. "What
are you talking about?"

"Bad girl, you don't even know what you did wrong." He swatted her
behind again. "You told me 'No' and 'Stop'. You never, never tell your
master that. You been allowed free reign for too long. Now you have to be broken
in good and proper again." The hand went high in the air, then fell downward,
meeting flesh once more as Yuriko cried out in pain.

"Stop wiggling, Little Slut," Shampoo-kun warned. "If I no get
a good shot in, it won't count and I'll have to try again."

Not wanting to, but knowing she had no choice if she wanted to be on the receiving
end of the cock she so desperately craved, Yuriko did her best to remain motionless.
There were no further protests, just sobbing as tears began to fall.

A touch disappointed at her accepting his sex slave accepting her 'punishment'
so quickly, Shampoo-kun teased, "Besides, it's my birthday, and I want
to see a red bottom." His hand descended hard again.

Shampoo-kun went more slowly as time went on, methodical in his approach as
he applied his hand to the firm bottom draped across his lap. By the time of
the twelfth swat, Yuriko's cheeks were like giant tomatoes with the shade of
red they had turned. He grinned in satisfaction. Yuriko's protests had worked
in his favor, as it gave him a 'legitimate' excuse to tan her hide. There was
no way Ranma would ever have submitted to this, and Shampoo-kun didn't really
think he wanted his spouse to do so. Ranma was far more fun mouthy and defiant
than he ever would be quiet and compliant. Seeing Yuriko pliant, on the other
hand, was natural, and Shampoo-kun knew he'd have her in the palm of his hand
from this point onward as he forcefully exerted his dominance over her. She
had just needed a little reminder of the role she'd be playing as his personal
sex toy.

While Yuriko would have argued it with her dying breath, Shampoo-kun was being
careful with her. Each measured application to Yuriko's bottom was carefully
controlled. None of the blows had come close to doing any real damage. They
were designed solely to elicit a quick sensation of stinging pain and a lingering
soreness that would last an hour, or maybe half that considering Yuriko's natural
martial artist resilience. He had done far worse in sparring sessions with her.
It would serve as a reminder for her to mind her manners, and was just plain
kinky.

Satisfied his sex slave was coming along well, Shampoo-kun lessened the force
behind the next swat, though with Yuriko's tender, abused flesh, it felt just
as powerful to her.

Yuriko lay limply in her master's lap (and Master he was once again with his
show of authority). The only time she moved was when the hand actually met her
flesh. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the hot, stinging sensation her bottom
was trying to overload her mind with. However, despite the pain, there was something
else that was coming from the same general area of her body. A very different
sensation indeed.

Once Shampoo-kun lessened the strength behind each swat, a heat also built
up in Yuriko's loins. It was the same one that had originally been present when
she had offered herself to her auntie. It had disappeared briefly when the spanking
started, but now it had returned, and with each swat to her flesh it increased
in intensity even more quickly than her bottom did. Within a matter of minutes,
the heat had built up to a level that rivaled the one in her bottom. Unable
to deal with the twin sensations, Yuriko began rubbing her legs together in-between
spanks in a desperate effort to release the ever-increasing tension in her loins.
All the rubbing did was increase the agony and made it worse.

Shampoo-kun paused for a moment in his chastisement as he watched Yuriko inexplicably
grind her legs together. It took him a moment to understand what she was trying
to do, and his look of concentration became one of delight. This was even better
than he had hoped. Not only was the spanking erotic to begin with, as well as
bringing Yuriko to heel, but it was turning her on as well. Oh yes. This was
a new dimension to things, all right. He mentally inventoried that little tidbit
of knowledge. Spanking was going to become a regular event when heading to the
beach from now on, even if it meant coming up with imagined crimes to use as
an excuse for dealing it out to his slave.

Seeing Yuriko become aroused at her punishment did the same to Shampoo-kun.
His cock, already stiff and confined in his pants, became a bar of iron that
was an unbearable discomfort. He had to relieve the pressure, and fast.

Shampoo-kun applied a few more swats to Yuriko's backside, light touches that
were nothing compared to his earlier blows. Each one only seemed to turn the
girl on further until her sobs of pain became raspy breaths of lust.

Judging his 'tomatoes' were ripe for the plucking, and unable to control himself
any longer, Shampoo-kun stopped the spanking. He grabbed Yuriko under the shoulders,
and forced her to stand upright. He found he had to hold her up as the nearly
insensate girl's legs refused to support her. Rather than waiting for her to
come around, he simply carried her to the table and bent her over it. He kept
one hand pressed against her back to pin her against the table top, mashing
her breasts against it and leaving her beautiful, crimson bottom at the perfect
level for him to insert himself.

Shampoo-kun forced his legs between her, making her widen her stance and spread
her wide open to accept his offering. He glanced down and saw her labia were
engorged with desire, and she was so wet that fluid was already trickling down
her legs. Judging her ready, and with a painful need to relieve the discomfort
in his groin, Shampoo-kun kept Yuriko pinned with one hand and freed his cock
with the other. The head of his member was as purple as he had ever seen it,
and he knew he had to take his slave right now before he popped in his pants.

Not wasting any time, he aimed his monster at Yuriko's beckoning lips and thrust
forward, spreading her open with his wide head and spearing her deep with nearly
half his cock in the initial thrust.

Immediately Yuriko cried out in incoherent ecstasy as her body jerked and tried
to rise up from the table top. Shampoo-kun was forced to use some real strength
to keep her pinned down. Unable to move, she cried out several times as the
intensity of the orgasm that strained her already overtaxed senses.

Shampoo-kun basked in the pleasure of how her hole tightened on his shaft and
marveled at just how incredibly responsive Yuriko could be sometimes. As gruff
and non-caring as he sounded in his role as Little Slut's 'master', the truth
was Shampoo-kun cared for the girl now more than ever before in his life, though
the amount of lust he felt rivaled that of simple affection. It was very different
from the pure love he felt for Ranma (not that lust didn't have a place at that
table as well). It made him feel proud to know he could elicit such pleasures
on her body, and that she in turn would adore him all the more for it.

But now was a time for lust, rather than simple tender affection. Shampoo-kun's
own fires had been stoked high from the moment Yuriko stood before him, pronouncing
herself a gift for his enjoyment. And he was enjoying himself, and would continue
to do so.

Satisfied Yuriko had come down from her orgasmic high, and no longer threatening
to milk his balls dry, Shampoo-kun began to ease back out of her until only
the head of his cock remained in her. Then he pressed his hips forward again,
roughly and brutally, driving everything that was in before and an additional
inch of himself in her body. He could afford to be a little rougher with Yuriko
than with Ranma-chan, since her airen's petite form couldn't quite handle everything
he had to offer. On the other hand, Yuriko's outstanding body was built to take
massive amounts of large cock and enjoy it. Shampoo-kun was happy to supply
her with everything she could handle.

Yuriko responded instantly, gasping like a bitch in heat at the lust fueled
way she was being taken. Shampoo-kun was no better, as he drew slowly back,
allowing her still surprisingly tight passage to cling to his member, desperate
to keep him in her body. Then he rammed forward again, grunting as he drove
increasing amounts of his shaft into her.

Really feeling his oats, Shampoo-kun began talking in broken Japanese, "This
what you like, isn't it, Little Slut? You like big cock stuffed into you tight
pussy?"

"Yes! Yes!" was all Yuriko could gasp out in her pleasured state
of mind.

That was all the encouragement Shampoo-kun needed. He continued, slow on the
outstroke, quick on the instroke, until all of him was fully embedded in her
body. He savored the sensation of having his entire shaft inside the tight passageway,
something he could only manage with Ranma-chan's backdoor normally. But there
were more urgent needs too. It was taking everything he had not to pop, and
he wanted to make Yuriko come one more time before he exploded inside her.

Shampoo-kun picked up his speed as he pounded his entire length into her body.
He was like an animal as his need to spew his seed increased with each thrust.
Guttural growls escaped his lips as he pounded her with enough force that his
hips slammed into her backside.

The further contact with her abused derriere had the effect of making Yuriko's
breathing increase and eyes widen as she found herself rapidly approaching another
mind-blowing orgasm. Higher functions were lost as the reptile portion of her
brain relished the sensations her lover was inflicting upon her and wished with
all its might that he took her over the edge one more time before the inevitable
consequence of their joining happened.

Yuriko got her wish as Shampoo-kun impaled her with his most powerful thrust
yet, leaving his entire length buried within her body. It sent her over the
edge, and she cried out again in ecstasy as she felt her lover fill her with
his seed. He remained in her, gasping out in pleasure as his manhood dispensed
blast after blast of his creamy load deep into her womb.

The intensity of the long awaited orgasm was almost too much for Shampoo-kun
to take, and he collapsed on top of his lover, pinning her to the table top
with his body rather than his hand. They remained that way, motionless for a
couple of minutes. He could feel Yuriko coming down from her own orgasm as well,
and saw that some of her higher functions began returning as the constant assault
her body had been under for the last twenty minutes had finally relented.

He remained on lying on top of her body, not enough to drive the breath out
of her, but enough to keep his slave pinned down and under his total control.
He even left his cock, now flaccid, buried within her. Now this was an afterglow.
In fact, he was enjoying himself so much that he came to a decision. No way
was one day with this hot little number going to be anywhere enough to satisfy
his appetite. Opportunities like this didn't come around often, and he was damned
if he'd cut things short.

Convinced Yuriko had recovered enough of her wits to speak, he whispered in
her ear, "Little Slut is still really hot fuck fuck. Too hot to let go
any time soon. Shampoo not going to let his present go for the whole weekend
until he tired of using it and it all worn out."

Yuriko felt her heart flutter at what was unquestionably a mark of approval
from someone that meant the world to her. Still, there were other considerations.
"I'm supposed to work in my parents' restaurant tomorrow." Originally
she was supposed to work tonight as well, but she had arranged thing so that
Akira could fill in for her, which had been no easy task, considering the reason
she couldn't work. It had required a bit of shiftiness on her part, but it was
necessary in order to be her auntie's present, and birthdays did come only once
a year.

"You going to be calling off," Shampoo-kun explained.

"Yes, Auntie." That was that, and Yuriko wouldn't have wanted it
any other way. Her master hadn't been joking when he informed her that 'Little
Slut' was going to be re-broken in for his personal use. She belonged to him
again, just as she had at the shore. She didn't have the right to say no to
anything he demanded of her (as had been made emphatically clear to her still
sore backside). Besides, she didn't want to leave, preferring a hot fuck to
boring work any day. Her parents would just have to make due with Akira helping
them out in the restaurant.

Deciding they had taken enough time to enjoy the afterglow of their torrid
joining, Shampoo-kun withdrew himself from her body and stood up, untying the
bonds around her arms. Yuriko also stood and rubbed her arms to get the circulation
flowing again.

As she turned, Shampoo-kun saw that there was now a smear of frosting on the
blonde's washboard flat stomach. Curious, he looked toward the table. Now that
Yuriko no longer commanded all of his attention (just the majority of it) he
noticed that his little temper tantrum with the cake had resulted in frosting
splattering all over the place, including the table. When he had forced the
blonde against the tabletop, some of it had rubbed off on her.

Looking at the smear gave Shampoo-kun an idea, one that would give him a chance
to recharge his batteries while entertaining him at the same time. He placed
his hands on Yuriko's waist and drew her toward him, pressing her body against
his. Given the height differential, she was forced to crane her head back to
look into his eyes.

The Amazon smiled at her, relishing the way her body molded against his. He
relocated his hands to her backside and dug his fingers into her cheeks. "I
definitely like this birthday cake Ranma got me."

He brought his mouth down on hers, spearing his tongue past her lips. Yuriko
returned the favor enthusiastically, playing with his tongue by using her own.
As they continued their passionate liplock, Shampoo-kun lifted the blonde up
by her abused bottom, eliciting a whimper from her. Mindful of her sore posterior,
he gently sat her on the edge of the table. He broke off the kiss and was taken
aback by the look of almost child-like adoration she had for him, though there
was more than a hint of lust mixed in. She was unquestionably his now, and eager
to please. Well, he'd give her plenty of opportunity to do just that.

He smirked at her and said, "Oh yes, the flavor of the Little Slut filling
is too, too good." He paused for a moment, then pouted. "But something
is missing."

"What? Yuriko asked, ready to do his bidding.

"Frosting." Shampoo-kun scooped up a small handful in easy reach
and smothered it on one of the blonde's breasts. Yuriko gasped at the contact
of the creamy substance against her flesh, but said nothing. He spread it around,
occasionally toying with the nipple or kneading the breast, taking his time
as he molded the icing to her body.

Yuriko responded by remaining motionless, relishing the sensation of being
played with by her master. Automatically her body began to respond as her arousal
was reignited. She watched in fascination at how he handled her with such expert
care while coating her in the edible topping.

With his other hand Shampoo-kun eased her back until she was resting on the
table surface, legs dangling over the side. Now he had unlimited access to her
body. The breast smothered in the tasty-looking white was truly a wonderful
sight.

"Is time to decorate the cake," the Amazon teased as he scooped up
more of the frosting and began working on the other breast. Yuriko laid as motionless
as she could, cooing in delight at the treatment she was receiving.

Shampoo-kun took his time, making sure his plaything was enjoying his skilled
hands as they worked her flesh. After indulging himself of her bountiful bosom,
he trailed his fingertips down her body, leaving lines of frosting in his wake.
He made a few artistic loops as the path he created until it led down to Yuriko's
loins.

He grabbed more of his edible paint, then proceeded to work over the blonde's
pussy, coating the tiny line of hair with frosting, as well as the outer lips.
He painted on a beard of white in-between her legs as Yuriko went from cooing
to outright moaning at his skilled hands continued working their magic on her
.

Shampoo-kun finished things off with one more scoop he collected on his fingers.
With one hand he opened Yuriko's lower lips, and with the other, stuffed some
of the white substance inside her. The penetration caused the blonde to buck
her hips upward.

Then Shampoo-kun abruptly stopped, withdrawing his fingers and standing to
his full height above his present. He stared in admiration at his handiwork,
satisfied the rush job would do.

Yuriko looked up in longing at her master. "What are you going to do now,
Auntie?"

The wolf-like grin returned. "Silly girl. Was you no paying attention?
Now that the cake is decorated, is time to eat."

And he lowered his head to the first breast he had covered and proceeded to
lick her clean.

Ai Konjou waited until she passed into the back of the Ucchan's and away from
the noisy crowds before answering her cel phone. She didn't even bother reading
the number display to see who the call was from; she was grateful for any excuse
to get away from waiting on tables.

"Hello?"

No words were spoken. There were only the sounds of heavy breathing and gasping
on the other end. It figured: an obscene call. Unfortunately it was neither
very good nor imaginative. Occasionally she'd get them and listen long enough
to rate how dirty the call was. It wasn't like a few words would offend her,
and sometimes they could be amusing.

This wasn't one of those times. It was probably some thirteen-year old who
thought a waste of time like breathing on the end of a phone line and offending
people was fun. Truly youth was wasted on the young.

Ai was about to hang up when she heard a deeper male voice, further away from
the mouthpiece, say, "Tell her, Little Slut."

The heavy breathing became the familiar voice of Yuriko. "M… Mama,
it's me."

Now the true nature of the call made sense, and Ai smiled in understanding.
She and Ukyou were fully aware that their oldest daughter had decided to become
a 'birthday present' for Shampoo, which translated into reprising her role as
sex slave at the beach. Apparently she had taken very well to the punishment
she had received back then for her improprieties. Ai had to admit, since then
her daughter's overall attitude had improved, and she seemed a lot more easy
going, if a bit of a demanding little princess that thought too much of herself
from time to time.

While that attitude might have washed with Akira and Silver, it didn't hold
water in the Kuonji household. As Ai once told her when she was in a particularly
prissy mood, "Putting out works on your lovers, not your parents."
Some time as Shampoo's new sex toy might help her curb her manners, at least
for a little while. The Amazon wouldn't put up with any crap from the girl,
and Yuriko had always been obedient toward her aunt, even before her beach escapade.
Ai was a touch envious Shampoo had been able to hold such power over the girl,
since she had never been that acquiescent with either of her parents.

As it was, Yuriko almost hadn't been able to indulge herself since she had
been scheduled to work tonight. A couple of the waitresses suddenly weren't
able to work this week, leaving the staff of Ucchan's shorthanded. Ordinarily
Yuriko didn't waitress more than two or three times a week, and even then she
only did it for some cash to spend. But due to the under-staffing, it fell upon
her to fulfill her family obligation and help keep their source of income intact
by doing a little work. However she had gotten a replacement that freed her
up for the evening, a night she seemed to be enjoying a great deal, if the heavy
breathing was any indication.

Ai felt herself turned on as she imagined what Shampoo-kun was doing to her
eldest daughter right at this moment. "What is it, Yuriko?"

Through the gasps, she said, "I'm not going to be able to make it work
tomorrow."

"I can't imagine why," Ai quipped. It wasn't entirely unexpected.
While the deal was only to take tonight off, it was easy to see how that was
going to fall through if things had gone as well as they sounded.

Ai pretended to think it over. "Well, since it is your Auntie's birthday,
I suppose we can allow her to indulge herself a little. Okay."

"Thank you, Mama." The gratitude in Yuriko's voice was clear.

Curiosity, as well as arousal, was getting the better of Ai. She couldn't resist
asking, "Is your Auntie enjoying her present?"

"Yes, Mama," Yuriko gasped, her voice hazy in lust. "First my
hands were tied up, then I was spanked for being a naughty girl. My bottom's
still sore, but I was being bad, and deserved it."

That made Ai shake her head in disbelief. Getting Yuriko to admit she was wrong
was like pulling teeth. Truly Shampoo had a masterful hand when dealing with
the girl. Maybe they should leave her with the Amazon all the time.

Ai's hand went up her skirt and drifted toward her loins. The hot talk was
really getting her wound up. She knew what Shampoo-kun's cock could do, and
was envious of her daughter being on the receiving end of it.

Yuriko's own breathing increased. "Then Auntie said, since I was in her
cake, she should be allowed to eat me. So she covered me in frosting and ate
it off my entire body. She said I was delicious."

Now Ai's finger began dancing across the front of her pussy. That definitely
sounded kinky. She could just imagine the sight of Shampoo-kun cleaning her
daughter of with his tongue, and was sorry she had missed it.

There was a sudden gasp on the other end of the line. "What is it?"
Ai asked.

It took a few seconds for Yuriko to answer. "My master's fucking me again."

Ai's fingers went into her own pussy. This was great. Real live phone sex,
and she didn't even have to pay for it. "How does the cock feel inside
of you?"

It took several seconds for the response to come, and Yuriko was gasping even
harder. "It feels so good. He's forcing his way in. I want to feel him
inside me. It's so big, he's touching me places no one else can. I feel like
I'm stuffed so full of cock I'm going to explode."

Ai began working her fingers inside in earnest as she visualized what was happening.

Ai growled in anger. Darn that girl! It was just getting to the good part.
Rather than having a chance to climax herself, now Ai was left feeling revved
up but with no chance of maxing her engine out. Reluctantly she disengaged her
fingers from her loins and composed herself. She had to get back out on the
floor to work, and to think things through.

Once Ai calmed down, (enough so that she wouldn't try to finger herself in
front of the customers) she went back outside to consider the problem Yuriko's
absence tomorrow would make.

Ai returned from in back and looked the scene over. Ucchan's was packed, even
for a Friday night. The restaurant had come a long way from the small shop Ukyou
had originally opened up when she was still in high school. Over the years,
business had become so good that they had bought the two shops to the left of
them in order to expand and accommodate their customers.

The need for expansion was from a combination of Ukyou's cooking skills and
Ai's inventiveness when it came to marketing. She had learned early on in the
game that while it was good food and prices that kept them coming in, you needed
something else to catch the customers' attention in the first place. Ai knew
what drew people's eyes like nothing else: sex. Specifically in the case of
Ucchan's, it was what the staff they looked like, and what they wore.

Ai had designed the waitress uniforms herself, and since it was an all female
staff, everyone wore the same thing (save for Ukyou who wore her traditional
okonomkiyaki seller's outfit). Black stockings rode up the legs until they stopped
mid-thigh, just short of the skimpy black skirts that finished the bottoms of
uniforms. The tops were white blouses that buttoned up the front. Or more specifically,
buttoned most of the way up. The buttons stopped just short of top of the breasts,
and 'V'd upward from there, showing a good bit of cleavage. It became more than
a 'good bit' when the top button wasn't used, like in Ai's case, and the valley
formed by her ample bust was displayed for everyone to see. The material was
also very tight, not enough to cut off circulation, but more than enough to
show off the attributes beneath, especially when they didn't wear bras, like
many of the staff, including Ai, did.

The uniforms weren't enough, though; there had to be something in them people
wanted to see. In the beginning that was Ai, who was the only waitress Ukyou
had. Once business increased, Ai very carefully selected girls whose dimensions,
while not as good as the former cheerleader, would continue reeling the customers
in.

As time passed, the restaurant's popularity grew and the staff with it. Ai
was always very selective about who made the cut at Ucchan's. Luckily, they
had developed a reputation for the staff making huge tips, and many cute, bouncy
high-school girls applied for a job when there were openings available (though
Yuriko was still the bounciest of them all.) Ai also took guilty delight in
having so many attractive girls all around. She never fooled around with any
of the staff, but she enjoyed the eye-candy as much as anyone.

Ukyou still cooked all the food, except those times she had to take a break,
in which case Ai would take over. Ukyou considered it a matter of pride as a
chef and refused to consider allowing anyone else to do it, citing they could
never match her skill. Luckily her martial arts cooking skills allowed her to
move fast enough, and still cook superbly, to serve everyone.

Ai, on the other hand, was damned if she'd be waiting on all the tables on
her lonesome. During the busy times, like now, they needed a minimum of six
people on hand to wait on the customers and run the register. Eight was better,
but with the two people out in the same week (one due to moving to another district,
the other to a broken leg), six was the best they could manage, and that was
counting Ai, which was why she wanted Yuriko to work tonight.

There was also the benefit of Yuriko being considered something of the 'star
attraction' at Ucchan's. Ai had even caught on to some sort of unofficial organization
of guys from her high school that had formed a network. Whenever Yuriko was
working and one of the guys spotted her, they would call one another and come
down to eat at Ucchan's. Ai had put it together after overhearing a couple of
calls made in the restaurant, and a small horde of guys showed up shortly afterwards.
She had no complaints, since it was good for business and Yuriko enjoyed the
excessive gratuities the men heaped upon her.

Tonight would have been the same thing, had Yuriko not already made plans.
Her parents were going to make her break them until she confessed to what the
plan was. Yuriko promised they could have Akira replace her. While the staff
was supposed to be only girls, Ai was willing to accept him since it would only
be for one night and they were desperate for help. Yuriko claimed she would
be back for the Saturday crowd, but Ai had doubts even then. Now they had been
confirmed, which left them in something of a bind.

While it was true Akira had showed up a half hour before Ucchan's was to open,
Yuriko had neglected to mention to him that he was expected to work in her stead.
Apparently she had simply told him to "Go down to the restaurant"
at the appropriate time. When he was informed as to why he was supposed to be
there, he initially balked at the idea of spending the evening waiting on tables,
claiming he had made plans for the weekend since both Yuriko and Silver were
busy. Luckily, when he arrived, Ai had been preparing to switch to her work
clothes and had only been wearing a bathrobe at the time. It took a surreptitious
loosening of the tie, parting the robe wide enough so that the pink of her aureoles
peeked out just a bit, and all but thrusting her chest in his face as she promised
in a husky voice she'd appreciate his help and would find 'something' to repay
him, to get him to relent.

Of course, there was the problem of a uniform, but Ukyou said she had a solution
to that. She went into an old storage area and came out with a man's ensemble
which consisted of a tight white shirt and even tighter black leather pants.
Ukyou explained that it was something from her high school days that Shampoo-kun
had to wear when he briefly worked for her, and told Akira to try it on. Remarkably
it fit. More astonishing to both Ukyou and Ai was how much Akira looked like
a younger version of Shampoo-kun in it, not that they complained. He was an
easy sight on the eyes.

His working also had an unexpected upside. A group of girls had come in early
on, and Akira had waited on them. They had been delighted at 'Heartbreaker Tendou's'
attention, and flirted outrageously with him. Ai had even heard some of the
girls calling their friends to check out the 'hot guy with the nice buns' that
was now working at Ucchan's. Within a half hour, more girls arrived, specifically
requesting tables in the area Akira was working. The process repeated itself,
until there were almost as many female patrons as guys at the restaurant. Even
now there was a line of customers waiting to get in.

Having a handsome guy around waiting on the tables was something of a treat
in Ai's opinion, especially with the way Akira's ass was defined in those tight
pants. She had to resist the urge to pinch him whenever he came within arm's
reach, and she had caught Ukyou giving him playful swats a couple of times while
he was working. Not that the behavior was a surprise, considering some of the
things they had done with Akira when he showed up on the final day of their
beach vacation. The boy wasn't just endowed and blessed with the stamina the
young possessed, but was talented too. Yuriko was lucky to land him as her boyfriend.
Ai had found herself occasionally fantasizing about what it would be like to
be Yuriko, and have Akira and Silver-kun servicing her and Ukyou on a regular
basis. Their daughter was definitely spoiled rotten.

The attention Akira received didn't come exclusively from the clientele. All
of the girls on the staff seemed excited at his presence, and also flirted with
him at every opportunity. Akira remained quite the gentleman, and didn't return
the flirting, though Ai could tell he was at least tempted with the way his
eyes would occasionally linger on the girls. He had to have been made of stone
to resist the advances of so many attractive women. Given how strongly they
were coming on to him, if he played his cards right, he probably could have
gotten a personal orgy going.

Ai pondered the matter of Yuriko's call off. It would be delightful to keep
Akira around for tomorrow. Nice in all sorts of ways. But she had to discuss
the matter with her lover first and see how responsive she was to the idea.

Ai finished taking a few orders and returned to the side of her partner. Ukyou's
hands were a blur as she cooked multiple dishes at the same time on the long,
oversized grill.

Ukyou was the first to speak about Akira, surprising Ai. "He certainly
is bringing in the crowd tonight."

"You got that right. We're really raking in the yen." The coffers
of the Ucchan would swell from this kind of business, not that they were suffering
as it stood. But one could never have enough money anymore than they could have
enough time.

"I wouldn't mind him working full time if we can bring them in like this."
Ukyou flipped five okonomiyaki's at once, then attended to three others.

That was the segue Ai was searching for. "You might get your wish. Our
daughter called off for tomorrow."

"Gee, I wonder why." Ukyou flipped several finished meals onto plates
and gave them to one of the waitresses. She considered the matter while cooking.
"I certainly wouldn't object to having Akira around."

"Especially his ass."

"Especially his ass." Ukyou laughed in agreement. "I don't think
he'd agree to it though. You saw what it took to get him to work just for tonight."

"Oh, I think a couple of gals like us could come up with something persuasive
and convince him to help out." This was the moment of truth. Given the
way Ai had issued her suggestion with her breathy, throaty purr, left no doubt
to what she really meant, and that she was serious about it. She and Ukyou had
been together too long not to read each other like an open book.

Ukyou paused in her cooking and stared at Ai. Slowly she returned her attention
to the grill. "He is sort of attached."

The response made Ai smile. Just as she had anticipated. Her more reserved
partner's flirting with Akira meant the thought had crossed her mind. "Not
this weekend. One of his girlfriends is out of town on a date, and the other
one abandoned him to sleep with another person. I'll bet he's lonely and wants
some company. I feel sorry for him."

"His eyes have been straying around to some of our help," Ukyou pointed
out.

"And we always protect our girls from big, bad men that might get them
into trouble," Ai added, never mind the fact that there was nothing 'bad'
about Akira, and the girls in question would probably tell Ai and Ukyou to shove
off if they tried to scare him away in order to 'protect' them.

"That was pretty cold of Yuriko to abandon him like that," Ukyou
said, her voice becoming more casual.

Ai could tell Ukyou was reeled in, not that she had needed to dangle much in
the way of bait. Akira's tight little bottom had already done that. "We
have an obligation as one of his girlfriend's parents to help him in his time
of need."

"And if we get some servicing from a hot young stud in the process…"

"All the better," Ai said mischievously.

Ukyou paused in her cooking again and placed a spatula to her chin in thought.
"How are we going to convince him to help out tomorrow?"

"Leave that to me." Ai was all eagerness now. Listening to Yuriko's
treatment at the hands of Shampoo-kun had gotten her creative juices simmering.
She thought she had a good idea of how to persuade Akira to see things their
way. She'd have time to think about exactly how to go about it was still several
hours until they closed up shop.

It had been one of the longest nights of his life, Akira Tendou thought to
himself with more than a hint of resentment as he continued wiping down what
was going to be his last table of the evening.

First was the fact that, despite having two girlfriends, he was alone for the
entire weekend. That they were off fooling around with other people made it
all the worse. Not that he had any fears of them running off and leaving him.
Yuriko's time with Shampoo would actually make her more relaxed and pliable,
and Silver was already keeping Hinako around on a full time basis and was still
devoted to both himself and Yuriko. Aside from that, she let him have Hinako
whenever he wanted, though he rarely indulged himself in that treat. While the
teacher was unquestionably attractive and good in bed, she wasn't his type.
While Hinako and Yuriko did have similarities in attitude, Yuriko could be made
to behave by him delivering a few sharp words. Hinako preferred being made to
comport herself through more physical means that he wasn't comfortable using.

If he were to compare the two, he would have equated Yuriko with a spirited,
but domesticated, mare who allowed riders on, but would sometimes try to run
wild when she felt moody and would need a tug on her reigns to bring her back
under control. Hinako was a wild mare who only acquiesced to being ridden so
long as her rider kept a firm grip on the reigns, and she would constantly test
things to make certain the grip was tight. With Yuriko he didn't mind it. From
what other guys said, all women were like that to some degree or another; the
blonde was simply worse than most. With Hinako it was too much effort, and he
had no real interest in her.

The triangle he found himself in was very unconventional, but oddly enough
it was working out, and Akira had no interest in calling an end to things or
trying to force it to change. It was evolving naturally, and he'd let it continue
to do so and see how things turned out. Mostly it was very physically and emotionally
satisfying, sometimes outright tiring, other times it was frustrating, like
this weekend.

It took a real turn for the worse when he arrived at the restaurant. Not only
had he been ditched, but Yuriko had set him up to do her work without the courtesy
of asking first. Ironically, while he could accept her indulging herself, (since
it would benefit him in the long run) he disliked being manipulated by her (which
had no upside). He'd come up with something to let her know of his disapproval
by the end of the weekend.

With the girls out of town, he had made plans for hitting Dockside and having
some fun. Yurimaru had been available for the games, and wagering was always
fun. But Yuriko's sneakiness had cost him. In a bit of uncharacteristic selfishness,
Akira was going to refuse to work, but Ai had… persuaded him to pitch
in. He hadn't liked the work, but it was the right thing to do, and they hadn't
been kidding when they said they needed him. The place had been a madhouse from
the start. They were going to have to expand again if things kept up like tonight.

There had been a flash of hope, though. The other waitresses were very attractive,
and when, they learned Akira would be working with them this evening, had flirted
with him all night long. And it wasn't the teasing kind either, they had all
been serious about hitting on him and were showing definite interest. They were
really playing with fire, given they knew he was Yuriko's 'property,' and despite
her own promiscuity, she was territorial as sin. Still, he had considered asking
one of waitresses out, probably the Senzanin girl, who was the most attractive
of the lot. She was nearly as busty as Yuriko, though she had dark hair, was
shorter, and more compact in build. She had actually fondled his crotch a couple
of times when she thought no one was looking. He wagered she'd have been a handful
in bed. Ordinarily he wouldn't have considered such a thing, but Silver, and
especially Yuriko's, attitude had irritated him, and they had no grounds to
complain if he sought some entertainment of his own given what they were doing.

But then, as the night ended and he was considering how to approach the girl,
things took yet another turn for the worse. Ukyou and Ai had dismissed the girls
before the clean up was done. That left only Akira and the two older women to
finish things up. It was absurd. He wasn't a real employee. He should have been
the first one to leave.

Akira was wiping one of the windows clean, when Ai began a conversation from
the table she was idly leaning against. "You did good."

Akira wasn't in the mood for a discussion with her after being forced to do
the extra work, and he left it at, "Thanks."

"You made a lot in tips."

He almost mentioned he could have made ten times that at Dockside, but brought
his emotions under control. No one outside of Silver and Yuriko knew about his
very illegal source of income, and he intended to leave it at that. His mother
would be very disappointed in him if she knew the kinds of high stakes games
he would play in, though he still never wagered more than he could afford to
lose. "It wasn't bad," he finally answered.

"Yuriko called. She's not going to be in tomorrow either."

"Why am I not surprised?" he said dryly.

"How about sticking it out and helping out tomorrow too?"

So that was what things had been building up to. "No thanks." He
returned all of his attention to the window. After he was done with it, he was
heading out. He had helped out more than enough. Whatever obligations he might
have owed them for their permission for him to date Yuriko had been met. Maybe
there was time to catch a movie.

"I see. Well, I tried," Ai said in a tired voice. "Since you
did such a great job in helping us out and worked so hard, you deserve a nice
treat. You can have one of the house specials. We only offer them to people
that really come through for us in our time of need… and are discreet."

"House specials? Discree…" Akira started to ask, then looked
up and was struck silent by the sight before him. Ai had removed her top, skirt
and panties, leaving her clad only in black stockings and a matching garter
belt. He gulped as certain parts of his anatomy grew in response to the sight.

Ai Konjou was unquestionably the tree from which the fruit of Yuriko had fallen.
While the older woman was not as firm as her daughter, it was obvious she worked
out hard to fight off the effects of age, and her success showed. Her ample
breasts were still in great shape. Her bottom was voluptuous, and a treat for
the eyes. She was still incredibly beautiful, and while she was a few kilos
heavier than her daughter, she was also filled out in the way only a mature
woman could manage. And she did have a few advantages Yuriko didn't. Her voice
was a deep throaty purr, and she could make the most innocent of conversations
sound like an invitation to sin. And she moved her body in a sensual way that
only a woman with experience had mastered. Compared with the style Ai used,
Yuriko was still a little girl.

That sexy stockings and garters she wore served to arouse Akira further. It
was a sight he rarely observed. Silver was sort of a tomboy, and never wore
such things as her curse made it all but unmanageable. She was the type that
wore an oversized jersey to bed, and it definitely worked for her. Yuriko, while
with her body could look sexy in anything, was the type that looked the best
wearing nothing at all. But with the way Ai could burn through steel with her
seductive stare, lingerie was definitely what she looked best in, as his hard
on would testify to.

Ukyou broke him out of his reverie from her position behind the grill. "You
should try it. I've been having the house special for years, and it's as delicious
as the first time I had it."

Ai shot her a seductive stare, as well as a smile of approval. She then turned
back Akira, her body posture one of offering.

It only took a moment for Akira to come to a decision. Despite having two girlfriends,
he was still male, and could admit to himself he was led by his dick a lot of
the time. He knew he'd be helping for a full day tomorrow and work his fingers
to the bone, but given the beauty of the woman offering her body to him, he'd
work the entire week for one crack at her.

"I guess I am feeling pretty hungry," Akira admitted.

"Good," Ai purred. "Now why don't you take a seat since I'll
be serving you this evening?"

Akira tried to appear calm and collected as he walked slowly to the nearest
table and sat down. Despite his best attempt, he was certain the two women could
see through the facade and could tell how eager he was to accept what was being
offered to him.

Picking up a pad and pen, Ai sauntered her way toward Akira, her hips swaying
suggestively. The fact that she was clad only in stockings and garters only
enhanced the effect.

She finally arrived at his table and stood next to him, her bare crotch not
more than a half foot from his face. Framed as it was in her lingerie, Akira
couldn't help staring at it, noting how neatly trimmed the triangle of yellow
hair was and how it contrasted with the slender single stripe of Yuriko's own
pussy. This close, he could tell Ai's lips were a bit larger, but every bit
as appealing as her progeny's. It was taking everything Akira had to not grab
her by the waist and bury his face in that magnificent muff.

Ai held her pad and pen expectantly. "So what would you like to order?
My personal recommendation is the house special."

For a moment, Akira was about to order it outright. Then he managed to collect
himself. This little role playing game of 'servicing the customer' was definitely
erotic. Not wanting it to end quite this soon, he decided to draw things out
a bit. "Do you think I could try a sample of it first?"

Ai turned her mischievous smile on him. "I think that can be arranged."
She grasped her tits and gave them a squeeze. "Might I recommend sampling
the breasts? They're succulent and more than a mouthful."

Akira began salivating at the sight. "Please."

"You won't be sorry," she promised as she bent low, directly in front
of his face.

Akira didn't even try to stop as he helped himself to the proffered part of
her anatomy, moving her hands aside so he could grip them with his own, admiring
the plush feeling in his powerful grip. He attached his mouth to her nipple
and began to suck hard on it. Ai couldn't help herself as she moaned in appreciation
of his hunger.

His mouth remained affixed to her breast as he tried to consume more of it
in answer to her boast. However there was no doubt she would win the contest
as she did indeed have far more than a mouthful to offer. Still, he was having
fun trying to see how much he could handle at once.

After suckling hard on her breast for a while, Akira broke off and went for
the other one so it wouldn't feel left out. Having already tested just how far
he could dislocate his jaw in an effort to keep as much of it in his mouth as
he could, he stopped sucking on that one after a considerably shorter amount
of time and went back to the first.

Sucking away on his waitress' breasts gave Akira a raging hard on the likes
of which he hadn't suffered from in quite some time. Unfortunately, due to the
already tight pants his temporary employers had forced him to wear, he had almost
no room to begin with. He quickly found himself in major discomfort, and was
forced to free his steel hard rod before it or the pants broke. He almost sighed
aloud in relief as it his manhood sprung free of its confining prison and was
permitted to soar to the heights Ai was inspiring.

Somewhat satiated by the oral lashing he was giving her breasts, Akira split
some of his concentration. One of his hands ceased its handling of the mammary
and trailed down her flat stomach, over the garter belt, and to the cleft in
her legs. Finding them already surprisingly wet, he wasted no time in delving
his digits inside the folds of her flesh and began forcing their way into her
body.

In response, Ai clutched his head so that his mouth would remain right where
it was and gyrated her hips, trying to get more of his fingers within. Akira
continued without pause, adding fingers and shuttling them back and forth like
miniature versions of what lay between his legs. Ai's gyrations became more
forceful as she tried to bury the digits totally inside. Between the two of
them, Akira was up to the final knuckle in almost no time at all.

He left his fingers there for only a moment before withdrawing them, Ai's flesh
trying desperately hard to keep them right where they were. They made a slurping
noise as they were pulled free from their fleshy sheath, and he found his fingers
bathed with her body's juices.

Akira removed his head from her hands and his mouth from her chest. He made
a great production of licking his fingers clean. "Yum. You're right. The
special is tasty. I'm definitely having it."

Declaration made, he grabbed her firmly by the hips and pulled her toward him.
She was forced to part her legs as she straddled the chair and his lap. He carefully
lined her opening up with his jutting manhood. Eager herself after how fired
up Akira had gotten her, Ai helped him line up perfectly, then lowered herself
until the helmet of his rod was nestled against her pussy.

Slowly, Ai eased the head past her lips, hissing in satisfaction at the size
of the intruder. Few of the toys she and Ukyou owned were the width, or length,
of Akira's member. Still, like the proud trooper she was, she soldiered on as
she slowly raised herself up and down, managing to get increasing amounts of
his cock into her body, and loving every inch of it.

There was a considerable difference between un-living plastic and warm flesh
and blood, though because Ukyou was always on the other end of the item, it
added some special intangible quality to the toys they played with, something
that was never present when Ai used them by herself. Akira's lovely shaft was
another thing altogether, and Ai felt a small measure of guilt at enjoying herself
so much as she was slowly being impaled by his manhood.

"Oh, that feels good." Ai moaned as she took another inch into her
body.

"If you think that's something, wait until you feel this." Akira
firmed his grip on her hips and drove her down the final two inches of his spike.
Ai's back arched at the unexpected move, and there was a second's discomfort
at the forcefulness of his entry, but then it disappeared under the tidal wave
of the intense climax that followed. She reflexively clutched his head to her
chest as she ground her hips onto his, trying to bring more of him into her,
despite the fact all of it was already there.

Eventually the gasping woman came down from her orgasm and released her hold
on Akira's head. She was about to thank him when his hands, which had never
left her hips, picked her up with little effort and lifted her body off his
rod until only the head was in, then quickly brought her back down, sinking
himself up to the root once again. Ai didn't have enough energy to grind her
body against his. She was still trying to catch her breath.

Ai wasn't given a reprieve as Akira repeated the motion again. Then again.
And again as he started to find a rhythm to bouncing her on his lap like she
had all the weight of a small child, though there was nothing about Ai Konjou
that could be considered small. She had forgotten how deceptively strong Akira
was, but she was enjoying having her memory jogged as he continued skewering
her in his lap.

She was helpless in his arms, and it was just the way she liked it. She had
gone from serving him to the one being served by him. While she wasn't quite
as submissive as her daughter, she did enjoy a rough fuck, as her beloved Ukyou
could attest to. Akira's physical manhandling of her body was the perfect aphrodisiac
for her 'customer' to carry her back up to the heights of arousal and trigger
another powerful climax once again.

Once Akira found the rhythm he was looking for, he began to increase the speed
that he was fucking her with. The sight of her tremendous tits, still red from
how powerfully he had sucked on them, bouncing up and down right in front of
his face, was an awe-inspiring sight. He wished he could gaze on them forever,
but that, in conjunction with how her insides clung to his shaft, and their
earlier erotic role playing, proved too much for him to restrain himself any
longer. He felt his walls of control break down and his balls cry out for release.

"I'm… going to… come," he got out through gritted teeth,
not interrupting his tempo in the slightest.

"Don't pull out! I want to feel you shoot inside me!" Ai demanded.

Akira was more than happy to obey now that he had her permission. He brought
her down one last time, and left her fully embedded on his manhood. It felt
like his dick was exploding as his own long-awaited orgasm was finally given
release, and he began spraying her insides with blast after blast of his testicle
juice.

With the first release of semen into her body, Ai went over the edge even more
powerfully than the first time. The two of them climaxed as one as they cried
out in mutual ecstasy. Their arms wrapped around one another and held tight
trying to continue the wonderful feeling that could only have come about because
of what they had shared.

But eventually the orgasm passed, and the two slumped against one another,
sweaty, exhausted, but very, very satisfied.

Akira was the first to speak. "That really is an appropriate name to the
dish."

"What do you mean?" Ai asked.

"You are special." He gave her a kiss on the lips, one of tenderness
rather than hunger.

Ai felt her heart leap a bit at his statement. True, he was young enough to
be her son, but flattery of any sort about her sexuality, especially at her
age, always made her feel wonderful. She basked in the heady afterglow of their
joining.

It was then Ukyou made her presence known as she came up to Ai and began fondling
the waitress, focusing mostly on her loins. She turned to Akira. "Interesting,
you've added a new sauce to the special. I think I'd like to try it out and
see how it tastes."

Akira moved aside, allowing her full access to Ai. "Be my guest. One special
can serve plenty of customers."

Ai smirked at the suggestive talk, and that the youth was quite correct about
her prowess in serving many people. Ukyou pulled up a chair and sat down next
to her partner. Picking up on what the chef had been implying earlier, Ai bent
over the table, presenting her pussy for her lover's benefit.

Ukyou positioned herself right in front of Ai, moving so close the blonde's
legs were essentially trapped between her partner and the table. She leaned
forward so she could examine the well-used lower regions before her. The tip
of Ukyou's finger slipped passed the folds and parted them slightly.

"Looks like there's plenty of sauce in there. You sure did use a lot."
She tried sounding critical, but the remark came out with a decidedly teasing
tone.

The sight of the heated copulation from before made Ukyou anxious. Rather than
further teasing, she moved her face forward and delved into her lover's cleft
with the full force of her tongue.

Akira sat back in his chair, giving himself the best view he could of the tongue
lashing Ukyou was unleashing upon her lover. He had seen Silver and Yuriko in
similar positions on numerous occasions, and even Silver on Hinako several times.
Watching a woman go down on another was a sight he never grew tired of, and
he knew there were numerous men that would have given a lot to switch places
with him. Damn, he was a lucky man. Frequently tired, but definitely lucky.

There was no need for Akira to stroke himself as his cock began to revive on
its own with the erotic sight in front of him. He sat back and enjoyed the show
as Ukyou flaunted her oral expertise. Akira was impressed as within minutes,
Ai went from a satisfied, slightly drained woman to a writhing mass of aroused
womanhood who was quickly made to cry out in orgasm yet again.

Ukyou wasn't finished yet. Intent on draining every single drop of sperm he
had shot up the woman, she continued working Ai over, making her come two more
times in as many minutes. Akira felt a bit of jealousy over her skills. He could
never make his girls come that fast. Intellectually he was aware Ukyou had many
years of experience over him, and knew the 'terrain' of Ai'a body far better
than he. And she was a woman, and would have personal knowledge of what the
most sensitive areas of another woman's body would be in ways Akira never could,
but that didn't prevent him from wishing he was better than her anyway.

The third 'helping' of Ai seemed to be enough to satisfy Ukyou as she finally
stopped dining on her dish. She made a great production of licking her lips
in satisfaction at the combined tastes of Ai and Akira's juices. "Definitely
hit the spot, and an interesting variation on the usual flavor. I wouldn't mind
tasting it from time to time."

Ai, still exhausted from her final orgasm, weakly slid from the table and into
Ukyou's lap. The chef embraced her and the two snuggled for a little while.

Off to the side, Akira felt a touch of irritation at being forgotten so quickly.
He was sitting alone with a cock that had long since sprung to attention. He
really wanted to have some more action, and since Ai seemed tired, he'd be more
than happy to make do with Ukyou's own nicely built, athletic body.

As if reading his mind, Ukyou looked over to him. "Well, that was fun,
but I think it's time to clean up. You're a little sticky and sweaty, and I
smell like the grill." She gave an affectionate pat to Ai's bottom, which
the blonde correctly interpreted as a gesture to stand. Ukyou followed suit.
She then walked over to Akira and grabbed a hold of his cock. "Come on,
you're going to help clean us off." She began leading him by his rod, and
he had no choice but to follow.

They went up the back stairs and to the second floor of the original Ucchan's
where Ukyou and Ai had lived in their early days. They had since moved into
a larger home, needing the extra space for their family, and several of the
old rooms had been converted into storage for the restaurant. But there were
still a couple of bedrooms in good shape for those times when they had to work
late or be there early and staying there was more practical.

Ukyou led Akira to the bathroom. Upon entering he saw that it was too small
to have a proper furo, but instead had a shower installed.

Answering his unspoken question, Ukyou informed him, "There's enough room
in there for three people… if they're friendly. Now why don't we show
how well we get along by stripping each other first?"

"Sounds good to me," Akira said, eager to see Ukyou's body, sans
clothing, like he had during the beach vacation. And while he had enjoyed the
experience of bathing with Silver and Yuriko on more than one occasion, the
idea of doing it with these two sexy women made him as eager as a horny teenager
eager to get it on for the first time.

He and Ukyou joined forces as they went to Ai first, who was easy to strip
since she was clad only in her stockings and garter belt. Akira was next, with
both girls divesting him of his clothes with a hungry quickness.

Finally it was Ukyou's turn. Her okonomiyaki seller's outfit was fairly easy
to remove. First came off the bandoleer of mini spatulas she had slung across
her chest. Then the top was unbuttoned and removed, revealing a lacy black bra
underneath. Akira was allowed the honor of removing that. He unsnapped it from
the back, allowing it to fall to the floor.

Akira took a moment to admire Ukyou's breasts. While they were nowhere near
the size of Ai's tremendous bosom, there was still plenty there to admire. And
at their more manageable size, combined with how much Ukyou worked out and took
care of them, she was in even better shape than her lover.

"There's still a couple more things to go," Ukyou informed him with
a teasing smile.

"Right." He had been so interested in her breasts he had forgotten
what his job was supposed to be. He returned his attention to her remaining
clothing: the tights of her outfit. The thin garments clung to her body like
a second skin, and he had spared more than a casual glance at the firm backside
that had been outlined in black while she was grilling. She had a bottom that
could have rivaled that of any of the younger waitresses working the restaurant.

Gripping the tights by the waistband, he slowly peeled them from her body,
taking his time and enjoying himself as he rolled them down her waist, over
her trim, well-toned legs, and finally off her feet. The black panties she wore
quickly followed, and she was naked at last.

Looking at the treasure between her legs, Akira was surprised to see her pussy
was bare. Back at the beach, she had maintained a nicely trimmed triangle, similar
to Ai's. Evidently, she had decided a change of pace was in order since then.
He had never seen a hairless pussy before, even Yuriko had a sliver of a line
on her. Akira found himself fascinated by the sight, wondering what it would
be like to see his cock spear past bare lips.

Turning his eyes away from that, Akira took the time to admire the rest of
her nude form. Ukyou's dimensions were far more normal than most of the women
in Akira's life, but that didn't make her one bit less desirable. It was obvious
she worked out a lot, staying sharp with her own special sub set of martial
arts skills. Her breasts were lovely, her ass firm, and stomach flat. She had
the body of a woman ten years younger than her actual age. Her face was very
pretty, in a girl next door sort of way as opposed to Ai's more classical beauty
standards. He could see a bit of Yuriko in there was well, especially the eyes.
Yuriko had definitely inherited her mother's eyes.

Now that he thought about it, he remembered Ranma mentioning something about
how everyone thought Ukyou was a guy at first. Akira's mind couldn't grasp around
the concept of how someone this hot could be mistaken for anything other than
being pure woman.

Ukyou interrupted his reverie. "Let's get started," and turned on
the shower. She had to bend to turn the knob, sticking her posterior out. Akira
had to suppress the urge to try and mount her on the spot. Patience, he told
himself. She had made it clear any action was to take place in the shower, not
on the floor outside it.

Now completely naked, the trio moved into the shower, which was indeed somewhat
cramped with three people in it. Akira found himself in the enviable position
of being sandwiched between Ai and Ukyou, their breasts brushing against his
chest and back, as the water began to strike their bodies. They had to move
around a bit in order to allow one another to get properly doused with the water.
As they tried to get settled, Akira swore both women were trying to press their
asses and breasts against his body. It had the effect of making him hard enough
to poke them in some fairly intimate spots.

Ai started to lather Ukyou up, but Akira stopped her. "Allow me."

Ukyou raised no protests and Ai smiled as she moved wordlessly out of the way,
allowing Akira unlimited access to her lover's body. Deciding to surprise them,
he was very businesslike as he began lathering up her body, though he couldn't
help by slowing down slightly around her breasts and buttocks. With some difficulty
he managed to refrain from doing anything too intimate as he thoroughly cleaned
Ukyou's flesh. The lavender scented soap filled the air as he gently but firmly
washed the chef.

After the first few moments of his cleaning, Ai decided to help Akira out by
lathering his own body up as best she could. Unlike Akira, she lingered in all
the sensitive places. While he wasn't of a heavier, powerful build, like Silver-kun,
what was there was all martial arts muscle. She ran her hands over his solid,
well-defined pectorals and abdominals, enjoying the feeling of his masculinity.
It wasn't the sort of thing she indulged in often, so she took her time playing
with his body.

Despite her interest, Ai made certain not to interrupt him or get in his way
as he cleaned her partner, though, which made it slow going. By the time he
had finished washing Ukyou's hair, the blonde had only just started washing
some of the soap off his torso.

"Your turn," Akira informed Ai.

The blonde turned her attention away from his body and switched to her newly
cleaned lover. Despite Akira's mostly chaste behavior, Ai could see the signs
of arousal on Ukyou's body. The blonde was pretty certain she was in worse shape.
The nearness of Akira's nude form was all that was needed to turn the women
on, even if they were in charge. And despite Akira's gentlemanly behavior, she
could tell from his hardened manhood that he was as aroused at they were.

Akira began working on Ai at a slightly faster pace than he had Ukyou, and
rougher as well. He was having difficulty controlling himself, Ukyou's close
presence wearing him down first, and now by having Ai's outstanding body in
his hands. He did a manageable job until he came to her breasts. Upon latching
on to the massive mammaries for the second time today, he couldn't help but
really work the soap in. He played roughly with them, paying special attention
to the nipples as he worked them over, making them stand out as far as they
could. Ai moaned in enjoyment at his attention to detail in scrubbing her body
clean.

While that was going on, Ukyou did not remain idle as she took over where the
blonde had left off. Like her partner, she couldn't resist running her hands
all over Akira's body, and like Akira was doing to Ai, so Ukyou did to him.
She resisted playing with his cock concerned of making him pop if she played
too long, but she dwelled even longer on his chest, and when she came to his
ass, she really began playing with it. Visually, she thought his firm buns were
his best feature, and she would have enjoyed fondling them the entire day.

Having a particularly naughty thought, she grabbed some soap and really lathered
her thumb up. Once it was caked in frothy white, she grabbed Akira's cheeks
firmly, spread them as much as she could, and moved her thumb next to his rosebud.
Slowly she began to work it in his ass.

Akira had been so wrapped up in Ai that he had been unaware of what was going
on until he felt the thumb start to force its way past his nether region. Then
he stopped and grunted.

Akira didn't say anything. He just tried his best to continue on Ai. He would
adjust to it quickly enough. It was hardly the largest thing that had ever made
its way back there, as he had let Silver have sex with him in her male form.
While he didn't find it all that stimulating in her guy form, he knew she loved
him all the more for being willing to have sex with her no matter what gender
she was. She was really a girl, no matter what she looked like, so he had no
doubts about his sexuality. Having two hot girlfriends meant having plenty of
confidence when it came to his masculinity. Ukyou's cleaning of his backdoor
just meant a bit of adjustment. It wasn't even that bad, since she was a woman
while doing it.

Eventually she withdrew the digit, after announcing his back passage was good
and clean. It was at that point that Akira finished washing Ai's own long blonde
locks, rinsing the last of the shampoo out.

Dividing his attention to both women for a split second, and seeing their water-slick
bodies, broke down the last of Akira's ability to hold off any longer. He had
maintained his composure long enough to wash both of them, now it was time to
give the pair the more thorough working over they deserved for being so incredibly
attractive.

He wrapped a hand around each woman's waist and forced them toward him. Rather
than having them face him, he pulled them so that their backs were to his chest
and so close to one another they were rubbing shoulders together. He then moved
forward, pressing their bodies against the far wall hard enough to mash their
breasts against the tile, and keeping them there by leaning his shoulders into
their backs. They could escape if they tried, he didn't have that firm a grip
on them and they were slippery with water, but he counted on them not wanting
to leave once he started to do what he wanted.

Ukyou was the first to recover. "What are youooooo!" Her question
was answered as Akira's arms remained curled around her waist while his hand
traveled south until it came upon her pussy. He deftly began stroking her outer
labia with his thumb and fingers. Ukyou's response was to stop asking questions
and part her legs, allowing him better access to her mound.

Perched on his other arm, Akira did the same to Ai, who responded much the
same way her partner did. She managed a, "You naughty boy," but did
nothing to hinder his motions.

He only went easy to start off, making certain the women were in the mood for
a little more fun. Receiving the unspoken acknowledgment from both, he became
more aggressive and parted their lips, burying a couple of fingers part way
up immediately. The women stiffened for a moment, then sighed in happiness at
the next stage of their manual ravishment.

Akira found that Ukyou was slightly tighter than Ai, not surprising since the
blonde had been worked over by both he and Ukyou so recently. He applied a little
more force to his hand there, and was rewarded by the loosening of her insides
on his digits.

For the first few minutes, the women were content with the pace Akira maintained.
However, they were eager to move things along, and began to assist their lover
by moving their hips forward in an effort to get more of him inside. Akira acquiesced
by working his fingers in and out, plunging them deeper with each motion and
increasing the tempo. Soon he had two knuckles, and then in no time at all had
his digits sunk fully within their swampy depths.

Akira didn't bother with any talk to excite the women further, he let his actions
speak for him. While he played with the women, making them increasingly hotter
as their moaning became louder, his own ardor remained mostly at the same level
since he had to use the full powers of his concentration on pleasuring both
of them at the same time. While most men would have simply been content to boast
they had gotten a crack at two attractive women in a shower, Akira had more
pride than that. Whether it was Ai and Ukyou, or Silver and Yuriko, his own
ego, an understated thing next to the brash Saotomes, refused to allow him to
simply use his partners for his own pleasure. The women had to fully enjoy the
experience, or it meant next to nothing.

Feeling the pair respond so well, he searched their lower regions, searching
for their love buttons. He found them, and began using his thumb in a rubbing
motion, coaxing the hood of the clitoris open so he could really have them at
his mercy.

The results were almost instantaneous. They shouted words of encouragement
at him, as well as rubbing their firm asses against his legs, occasionally brushing
against his manhood. Now Akira felt himself grow harder at the way their supple
bodies rubbed against his.

Using his uncanny ability to read other people's body language, Akira sensed
that Ukyou was on the verge of climax, but that Ai still had a little ways to
go. He slowed down on the chef while adding a finger to Ai's honeypot.

Ukyou instantly protested, a sense of urgency in her voice as she said, "Don't
stop! I'm almost there!"

Ai simply rubbed her ass harder against his legs. Remembering some comments
Silver had made regarding her own couplings with the blonde woman, Akira nipped
her on the side of the neck almost hard enough to leave marks behind. Ai's gasping
increased, and he felt her begin to quiver. He then sped up once again on Ukyou,
determined for the women to get off simultaneously.

His efforts were rewarded as within a couple of seconds of one another, first
Ukyou, then Ai, cried out, and Akira felt their insides clamp down on his fingers
like a vice. He kept the women pressed between his body and the wall as they
writhed in delighted torment at his digital manipulations.

All too soon Akira felt their bodies release their climatic tension and begin
to relax. He removed his fingers and kept his hands wrapped around their hips,
making certain they didn't slip on the wet tile in their temporarily exhausted
state. He stopped pressing them against the wall, and they responded by turning
in his grasp and clinging to him, rubbing their still heaving nude bodies against
his in unspoken gratitude and a feeling of closeness toward someone who had
given them such pleasure. As they nuzzled his neck and purred in contentment,
Akira wondered if there was anything more gratifying to the male ego than being
able to pleasure two women at the same time.

Once the women caught their breaths, they turned to look their benefactor over.

Ai said, "Why do I have the feeling that's not the first time you've done
this?"

Akira didn't bother confirming the guess. Having two energetic girlfriends
like Silver and Yuriko meant learning how to pleasure them at the same time,
if he wanted to keep their attention. Ai made a good Yuriko, and Ukyou was a
more than adequate replacement for Silver.

Ukyou exchanged a conspiratorial look with her partner. "Since Akira was
kind enough to get us off, I think it's only right we do the same to him."

"Do unto others indeed," Ai agreed.

It was the girls' turn as they took charge of the situation. They repositioned
Akira so that Ai was in front of him and Ukyou behind. Once Akira was in position,
Ai was the first to take care of him. She fell to her knees, his rock hard piece
of manhood right in front of her chest. She trapped his shaft between her large
breasts, and squeezed her globes around them, creating a soft fleshy channel
for him to reside in. She then began to move up and down, his rod disappearing,
then reappearing with the purple cock poked up through her glorious bounty.

"Yum, it's long enough to tit fuck and suck at the same time. You really
are a big boy." Ai kept his shaft pressed between her breasts and took
the head in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, playing with the most
sensitive part with her tongue. She released it, let it disappear and reappear
again, then took it in her mouth once more.

Akira pressed his arms against the sides of the shower so his legs didn't buckle
under her own oral assault. God, the woman could give some seriously good head,
not that fingering the women beforehand hadn't gotten him ready to blow already.

Positioned behind Akira, Ukyou waited until she judged it was the right moment,
then went into action. She fell to her knees and began playing with Akira's
ass once again. She gripped his backside firmly, bringing her martial artist's
strength into play to keep him still as Ai gave him head. She pulled his ass-cheeks
apart and stared at his rosebud. Smiling nastily, she moved her head forward
and proceeded to drive her tongue into his freshly cleaned bottom.

That was all it took to send Akira over the edge. He popped for the second
time of the night, sending a gusher down Ai's throat. Her lips remained affixed
to his cock, intent on sucking everything he had to offer down and not wasting
a single drop. She succeeded in swallowing everything he had to offer, gulping
it down deep into her belly.

"Tastes good, too," Ai declared as she returned to her feet. Ukyou
did the same, finally turning off the shower just as the hot water ran out.

No words were spoken as the trio of satiated people emerged from the shower.
Finally finished with their bathroom antics, they toweled each other off until
they were as dry as when they entered.

Ukyou and Ai donned nearby bathrobes. Akira, lacking anything to wear that
wasn't pink and too small, accepted the idea of walking around nude. He didn't
think his companions would mind. It would also save time when he started fucking
them again.

Once she was finished dressing, Ukyou said to him. "I'll show you to your
room."

"My room?" Akira asked in confusion.

Ukyou smiled. "Your room. There's no way we can let you sleep with us
tonight. We'll never get any sleep, and we do have an early day tomorrow."

"Surely you didn't think a satisfying fuck was going to get you out of
working a full day for us," Ai teased.

"Ah, of course not." Actually he had hoped for a chance to work them
over on a proper bed. Screwing on chairs and masturbating in showers was all
well and good, but nothing was as comfortable as having some nice padding underneath
when one was engaging in bedroom gymnastics.

It wasn't like he could complain. Already they had given him a delightful treat
tonight, and unless something went horribly wrong, he'd get a lot more of the
same tomorrow night, since they were closed on Sunday. He followed Ukyou to
the guest bedroom and made himself comfortable. Though he was still young, getting
off twice like that was enough to tire him out somewhat. He lay down, intent
on going to sleep.

His intentions were for nothing, though, as for the next half hour, he heard
cries of ecstasy from both women come through the ridiculously thin wall that
separated his bedroom from theirs. Evidently they had wanted a little quality
time to themselves, without him getting under foot.

Really, though, they could have at least invited him to watch. Now he'd have
to plan something in retaliation for tomorrow night. While he wasn't as inventive
as Silver or Shampoo, he had a good head on his shoulders, and could take a
point or two from them.

He pondered the matter as cries of ecstasy continued coming through the wall
next to his head.